9.19.2008

thanks to c. for reminding me about this log. no, i'm not retired. and it is no comfort to me at all that it requires almost no thought for me to recall something i did that would qualify for these illustrious pages.

only just yesterday after our faculty colloqium, i was sitting around yucking it up with the guest speaker (a nice old lady) and another professor, discussing her talk, which was about darwin cartoons & satire. suddenly, i found myself launching into a racist joke:

"i heard a joke on the radio the other day! it goes like this. a jew, a pole and an irishman walk into a black hole. (end of the not-funny joke.)"

ba-dum-bump.

i really have to stop talking when i feel uncomfortable in social situations. i'm going to get myself tarred and feathered. or fired.

the pump and dump

this is the blog for the times you meant to say "shut up" but you somehow say "fuck you bitch!" instead. with the hope that a negative action can be turned into a positive reaction, here's to banking on the possibilities of reform, rehabilitation, and self-transformation.